I promised Noah I wouldn’t plant in the ground nor buy paint for a year. I have six months to go.

So I’m going to start running again. The doctors here are giving me the side eye about how much weight has creeped on, and frankly given that we don’t have a car… the better of shape I am in the better. I do want to wear my clothes but I’m going to eat any/everything I want to eat in this process so who knows what will happen. I have my schedule on my calendar. It is nice knowing that I have done this before and even with the surgery in December I am starting from a much better place than last time. Maybe I will complete the next marathon in less than 6 hours? A girl can hope. And train. That would be 45 minutes faster than last time. That’s a big fucking jump. At least the air quality will be better…

I have been looking for a dog. The only thing I’ve seen that could be a possibility so far is buying a puppy and that seems like it is supporting puppy mills so I haven’t. Hrm.

It’s not digging in the ground if I go get bags of dirt and dump them in cardboard boxes. It’s cheating and I can live with that. I have seeds. Today I am going to get a bunch of them started. We are almost done shaving down the tree cuttings so we can use them as garden supports and fencing guides. Woo.

We are acclimated to the weather enough that 6C means we don’t wear coats for a lot of outdoor activity. That’s different. Our yard is somewhat sheltered from the wind so if we are doing active gardening work a light sweater is plenty.

The kids and I are practicing going up big hills/small mountains on our bikes. It’s improving.

I’m doing a lot more baking. That is going well.

Ack, food is here